After holding council with the Head Abbot, Michael spent the rest of the morning observing services in the chapel. Things were progressing as they should; the time was drawing very near now when he and the Host would seal the isle from all, rendering it a bastion against which evil would crash. His brothers were arriving; he would soon be giving ( Read more... )

Human locks meant very little to a being of grace. Thus it was Michael sat in a dim corner of Kensi'd bedroom, watching her as she slept. Far from a voyeur, Heaven's Prince simply had no desire to wake her until it was absolutely necessary. Dawn had already broken over the eastern horizon, but there was still time. Just enough, he surmised, ( Read more... )

Home. How dearly he missed it ( Read more... )